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Yeah |
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Every hood's the same |
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Every hood's the same |
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Come on |
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They give us guns and drugs |
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Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs |
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They wanna count the slugs |
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Then come around here and fuck with us (Uh huh) |
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They give us guns and drugs |
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Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs |
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They wanna count the slugs |
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Then come around here and fuck with us |
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I'm from the land of the gang bang |
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Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed |
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It's the same ol same |
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Bush run shit like Sadaam Hussien |
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I cock and aim, clinically insane |
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To deal with this bullshit day to day |
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If I sell some yay or smoke some hay |
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You bitches wanna throw me up in pelican's bay |
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Call me an animal up in the system |
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But who's the animal that built this prison |
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Who's the animal that invented lower living |
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The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons |
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Thank god for Sugarhill |
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I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill |
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Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids |
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How these ghetto niggaz taken over showbiz |
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It's boyz in the hood, it's toys in the hood |
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Y'all wanna know why there's noise in the hood |
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Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood |
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Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood (For real) |
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Cause when niggaz get tribal |
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It's all about survival, nobody liable |
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I got caught by five-oh |
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Grandmama came to court with her bible |
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But when the judge hit the gavel |
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Now I'm too far from my family to travel |
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I just came unraveled |
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Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled |
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Owned by C.A, State Property |
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Just like the year fifteen fifty three |
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Looking for me, a one-way ticket out |
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Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out? |
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(Damn) I can't take the pressure |
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Pulled the fo-fo up out the dresser |
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Grabbed the weight up out the closet |
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Po-po coming but I'm scared to toss it |
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Y'all know what happened last time I lost it |
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Can't tell you niggaz what the fuckin boss did |
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The game got a nigga exhausted |
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Gotta go for the big bargain they offered |
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Twenty years for what? |
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Breaking these laws that's so corrupt |
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Taking these halls and fillin 'em up |
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Some powder cake shit that's about to erupt |
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Ay y'all, I'm about to be stuck |
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Until the year two thousand, what the fuck? |
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In the hood, don't press your luck |
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Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up |
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Every hood's the same |
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Every hood's the same |
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Stop trippin on it |
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Every hood's the same |
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Every hood's the same |
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